Secrets are always a burden, even the good ones. Right now I have a secret the size of Christmas. All I want to do is talk about it, but the minute I do, it's over. So, I'm sitting on the secret like a dragon sits on its gold horde, zealously refusing to allow a peep to escape and roaring with fire when anyone else makes a peep. The secret is tattered and torn with such loving care, but still mine, mostly.
Spiritual secrets can be like that. You have a new insight into God, or your relationship with him takes on a new dimension. A spiritual practice begins a deep renewal in your life. All you want to do is share your secret. The burden of carrying such joy seems unbearable, but the moment you let it go, it's gone. You haven't allowed it its full time to work. You shared before you understood. It can feel like you'll never understand.
Have faith that even imperfectly kept secrets will have their perfect work in you. After all he who began the good work in you is known for perfection, to imperfectly quote a phrase. Keep going even when your bubble is burst.
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